As the Devil's Rejects

A House of 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects fanfiction

By: Butterfly Wolf

Disclaimer: I only own Shax, Claudia, Reaper, and Fluffy. Everything else is owned by Rob Zombie and the film producers unless stated otherwise. I make absolutely no money.

Authors Note: Throughout this, there will be a lot of flashback's of HO1C, and other times!

Intro: This is the sequel to Little Firefly. Shax Firefly was nine years old when the sheriff department of Ruggsville county raided his house and killed his brother before his eyes.

Smashing Pumpkins –

"If you have to go, don't say goodbye.

If you have to go, don't you cry.

If you have to go, I will get by.

Someday I'll fallow you, see you on the other side."

Shax had herd the cars coming before anything else.

"Rufus! RJ, RJ, Wake up! RJ!" he yelled, shaking his brother awake.

"RJ, theirs pigs out there!" he whispered shaking him.

RJ was the only one with the full body armor, and Momma and Daddy had always told him if anything happens, get RJ first, then Otis and Baby and Momma.

"What!?" yelled the man, getting up suddenly with a look Shax had never seen before and peered out the window. No lie. There was a line of police vehicles parking right in front of their house.

"FUCK!" yelled his brother, getting his armor out, Shax fallowing him like the lost and scared puppy he was as his older brother readied himself.

"Damn it Shax, take that pistol and go get the rest, hurry!" he yelled, pointing to a small twenty two on the dresser. Shax gave the pistol a look before he grabbed it, staring at his brother for a minute nervously.

"Rufus…do you think…do you think…"
"Damn it Shax, go get Otis!"

Shax swallowed his question and nodded his head, turning to run up the stairs.

He opened the door with a slam.

"Otis!"

"THIS IS SHEIF WDYELL OF THE RUGGSVILLE COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT."

Otis was instantly awake with an alarmed look in his eyes as Shax stood there, licking his lips nervously.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Yelled Otis, dressing hurriedly, Shax watching as he continued to stand there in his white sleeping tank top and his ripped jeans.

"Here!" Said Otis, handing him a metal mask. Shax stared at it with an unreal expression, putting it on slowly, as if it was all just a dream. It was all just a dream, wasn't it? Daddy said he wasn't allowed to fire a gun, it'd hurt his hand. This was all just a dream…

"There's a hundred fucking cops out there!" Said Momma as she entered the room holding her guns, Baby behind her with a rifle, and Shax realized this dream was starting to get more and more realistic and scary.

"Yeah tell me something I don't already fucking know!"

"Shax go down stairs with RJ!" ordered Momma, Shax instantly obeying, seeing RJ standing by the window, fully armored now.

By the time he got to the bottom step, Baby was fallowing him. Momma and Otis behind her.

"Shit where the fuck is Tiny?!" Asked Baby, looking at all of them.

"Tiny!? I think he went out last night!" Said Momma in a panicking voice as she looked over them, Shax shaking his head mutely, his breath shakey as he stood behind his brother, his free hand sweaty as he went to grasp RJ's pant leg nervously. Shax didn't think he'd ever been so terrified in all his life as everyone around him readied themselves.

"Tiny, I aint seen Tiny." Said RJ, his eyes not moving from the cops as Otis crawled on the floor over to the other window, Momma and Baby running into the kitchen.

Shax went to fallow but was stopped by his mother's voice.
"Shax you stay behind Rufus!" Ordered Momma as they all took position, Shax shakily pulling down his mask, the thing covering all the way to his chest as his hand shook with the pistol, he swallowed.

"Ready?" asked Otis, looking at them both.

"Yeah." Said RJ, steadily, pulling down his mask.
Shax saw Otis's eyes turn toward him through the mask, but he wasn't going to nod.

Shax wasn't ready. This was all just a dream, right? He started breathing raggedly as he peered out from behind RJ's leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

"DIE MOTHERFUCKER!"

Shouts, gunshots, everything just exploded all at once. His eyes were closed half of the time, closing automatically each time a shot was fire. He didn't know what he was shooting at or what he was hitting, but he knew they were falling. Each time his gun fired, it hurt. It hurt so bad he wanted to drop it but he didn't, he couldn't, it was like something in his mind just wasn't clicking, like everything was still just a dream.

Momma had him stand behind RJ and fire because of RJ's armor and his height, bullets rickasshade off and hit him, a couple burning his bare arms, but he didn't notice.

He felt it but he didn't.

All that mattered was firing his gun, and when he ran out of bullets, he merely ducked completely behind RJ, laying the weapon down as he covered his ears. This was all a dream, a bad, terrible dream. Everyone was asleep in their bed, it was early, he was going to wake up soon, before everyone else and –

"HOLD YOUR FIRE!"

"EVERYONE BACK HERE!" Yelled Otis, flipping the tables over as RJ grabbed him by the shoulder and led him over there, Shax quickly grabbing his gun off the floor before they went into the kitchen, Momma grabbing his pistol from his hands and hurriedly reloading it before handing it back to him, Shax's hand barely grasping around the heavy cold metal as his hand shook around it.

"Back! Shax get in here, get behind me!" Ordered Otis, pushing him behind himself now, RJ too exposed for him to be behind.

Shax was shaking completely now, his whole body was a nervous breakdown as his hand shook with the newly loaded pistol. It was all just a dream.

Shots began again, and all he could do was fire.

His hand dropped the gun when Otis grabbed him and pushed him back towards the basement door, shoving him as Momma and Baby started backing away towards there, but he wasn't watching them. He kept watching Rufus. Those bullets, they kept hitting him, he was too exposed. He went to reach for RJ's pant leg, to pull him back, back behind one of the tables, pull him back behind something, but Otis kicked him back into the door, his hand grabbing the handle to steady himself and ended up opening it, falling back as Otis and they kept firing.

He got up and went for RJ again, but Momma caught him with one arm and walked backwards, keeping him back. He wanted to scream, yell for RJ, but he didn't want to distract him. He swallowed, letting himself be led into the basement as they started backing away, but RJ still wasn't moving.

And when the bullets went beneath the armor, Shax struggled, shaking free of his mother's grip as he ran for his brother.

"RJ!" he yelled, Momma fallowing, seeing her baby fall to a slump on the ground as Otis grabbed Baby who yelled for them both and continued to drag her down the stairs, the door shutting behind them.

Shax was shaking now as he jumped on RJ's armored body, Momma removing the mask.

"RJ! RJ wake up, RJ!" he yelled, shaking the bulky man, denying it. It was all just a dream. But once Momma removed the mask, dead eyes met his. And Shax screamed.

When the men came closer, he grabbed up his discarded pistol with a scream and squeezed, aiming right at the man.

Click.

His barrel was empty.